Like Father, Like Son 2

Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 2

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Please bare in mind when you read this, that this story takes place in the early 70's. That was a time before HIV/AIDS. If you are going to engage in sex, remember to please be safe!

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I put my arm around her waist and quickly escorted her to the bedroom. She had a dazed look on her face. I was trying to think of what I should tell her. Just as we sat on the bed, my pager went off. I got up and went to the phone. I picked up the receiver and dialed the number while keeping one eye on Paula. She was mumbling something that I couldn't quite hear.

"What did you say Paula?"

"Hello?" The nurse said.

"Oh hello, this is Dr. Devon, you paged?"

"Oh, Hi Dr. Devon! We have a patient of yours that is experiencing severe midsternal chest pain. He's diaphoretic and nauseated."

"What does he rate the pain at?"

"He rates it a "10."

"Ok, get a 12 lead ECG, a myoglobin, CPK-MB and a chest Xray. Give him a SL nitroglycerin and start a nitroglycerin drip IV if he doesn't get relief. I'll be there in a few minutes." As I was talking to the ER nurse I kept glancing at Paula. The expression on her face hadn't changed. After giving some further orders I hung up the phone.

"Paula?" Trying to get her out of her trance-like state, "I have to go to the ER. We'll talk later." She sort of turned her head towards me but didn't look at me. She just stared down at the floor.

"Honey I know that this isn't a very good time to leave, but I have to. I want you to promise me that you will not confront Con about this until we have a chance to talk."

"Paula, did you hear me?" She finally nodded her head.

"We'll talk to him after you and I have had a chance to discuss this. OK? OK? PAULA!"

"Yes, yes. I promise," She said.

"OK, I have to go." As I dashed out the room.

I ran out into the garage and jumped into my silver Porsche 911 Turbo. I put the pedal to the metal and pushed my little sports car to its limit. My best time so far is 6 minutes. Porsche...there is no substitute!

That's really pushing it considering I have to drive 3 miles through town. Luckily it's late at night and the traffic shouldn't be too bad.

The police all know me because I've saved the Chief's butt a number of times. He's what we call in health care, a repeat offender, because he's noncompliant with his diet regiment and he continues to smoke. The guy's a physical train wreck...all of those days spent at the donut shop drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. Because I've been able to pull him through some difficult times he looks after me and he gets on his officers Be-Hinds if they ticket me. It's become sort of a game now, because instead of trying to stop me, they just try to keep up with me. On rare occasions they will beat me to the hospital. The chief told me that if I'm going to be racing through town, I would need to take driving lessons at the police academy. I did just as he suggested and it was blast! I put my silver 911 through its paces. They taught me to maneuver it safely at high speeds. I learned to make 360s without coming to a complete stop and then continuing on my original course. I guess he figures that if he's in the ER, he doesn't want anyone or anything to delay my arrival.

Damn! It took me 8 minutes. I must be getting slow in my old age!

As I walked into the ER, Jane, one of the ER nurses, greeted me.

"How's he doing Jane?"

"He's hypertensive. BP is 200/98. He continues to have severe chest pain rated a "9"."

"Sounds like his status hasn't changed much. I take it that you started the nitro drip?"

"Yes Dr., it's at 50 micrograms per minute", she said.

"Give him up to 10mg of IV morphine in 2mg increments," I said.

"Keep titrating the nitro up aggressively until the he's pain free or until his systolic BP is <100." I looked over his lab work and 12 lead ECG. It was quite obvious that this guy either going to need thrombolytics or a percutaneous transluminal coronary artery angioplasty. I have to decide within the next few minutes what course of action to take.

"Hi Mr. Johnson! We're going to have you feeling better soon. Hang in there! You are having a heart attack." I proceeded to do a complete physical assessment. After reviewing everything it was quite obvious that I needed to take him to the Cath lab.

"Jane call the cath lab crew in and tell them we are on our way with Mr. Johnson."

Just as we were about to leave the ER Mr. Johnson proceeded to go into Ventricular Fibrillation. I gave him a precordial thump and of course that didn't work. Jane charged up the defribillator to 200 watts and proceeded to shock him. His body jumped in the usual ER fashion and he quickly regained consciousness.

"He's back in sinus rhythm," said Jane.

"Wha...what happened?" Mr. Johnson asked startled, as he regained consciousness.

"Your heart fibrillated and we had to shock you. We're taking you to the Cath Lab now. Jane, give him lidocaine 100mg IV. "Let's go!"

There's no greater satisfaction or thrill bringing someone back from the dead!

After PTCAing and stenting Mr. Johnson's right coronary artery, I went out and spoke to Mrs. Johnson who by then was accompanied by an extremely good looking man. I told them that he did have some heart damage but I think he'll be fine as long as he sticks to a low cholesterol diet, exercises regularly and quits smoking. Mrs. Johnson and her son looked very relieved and they kept thanking me.

Well, it's 3 am and I'm really dreading the thought of going home. And if I know Paula, she's still awake worrying. She doesn't hide her feelings very well. As for me, I keep things all bottled up inside. That's why I really need to work out on a daily basis. I take TaeKwondo classes, or swim almost every day. If I don't work out every day I'm sure the stress would kill me!

It was one of the few times in my life that I actually drove the speed limit. I needed time to think. I hope she didn't confront Con or do something stupid like call her mother or her sister. Maybe I'll be lucky and she'll be fast asleep!

I drove into the driveway and parked in the garage. I walked up to the door and started to fumble with my keys. As I put the key into the lock, the door suddenly opened and standing in the doorway is Paula. Still in her clothes. Obviously she hadn't slept a wink and her eyes were all blood shot. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

"Hi Paula", as I walked past her. I turned and said, "Why are you still up? It's 3:30 in the morning!"

"I can't sleep! I keep thinking about Con and Ryan. They look, they look, well, they look like..."

"Spit it out Paula!" I was tired and a little irritated with her.

"Paula let me tell you something. I've read that a lot of boys as they mature have romantic feelings about other boys and will sometimes mess around with each other. It's perfectly normal. And...what if he is gay? Huh, what if? What are you going to do?" Now I was getting pissed off.

She stood there drinking in everything I had to stay. This was typical of her. But I've also learned after 15 years not to underestimate her. I know damn well the wheels are turning in her head and she'll come up with some difficult question for me to answer. She's not stupid, she's a pharmacist and she did very well in school. I married her for her smarts, not so much for her looks. Although, I'd have to say that she's not hard to look at! She has light brown hair, almost blond and dark brown eyes. I love brown eyes, especially with her color of hair!

"Listen Paula, I'm really tired and I need to get some sleep. Can we talk about this later?" I started to walk away from her.

After standing in the kitchen not saying a word to each other, she finally looked up at me with those deep brown eyes and said, "Did you ever have those feelings about other boys?"

I stopped cold in my tracks. Have you ever been so scared that you can't think? Where your mind just goes blank and you know that, the more you stall, the more you give yourself away.

I couldn't look at her. I couldn't speak. Here I am faced with a dilemma that I vowed that I would never get myself into. I always congratulated myself at how I fooled my family into thinking that I was straight. Oops, I'll take that back. I fooled everyone except for my grandfather. I'll tell you about him later. I'm a smart boy, but for some reason and I don't know if it's because I'm so physically tired or if I'm just so damned sick of living a lie, I decided that I would tell her the truth. I'm positive that she knows the answer without me even telling her especially since I've been standing here in silence for what seems like an eternity!

"Yes, Paula, I have had romantic feeling about boys." I said it in a matter of fact tone of voice. I was trying to maintain a calm exterior but inside I was terrified.

"You know John, this is all really starting to add up now." Sounding little annoyed with me.

"How so?" Trying not to panic.

"Well let me ask you this first. Are you still attracted to men?"

"I don't know what to tell you Paula."

"What do you mean? Either you are or you aren't!"

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you, so I'd have to say that I am attracted to men."

"So are you telling me that you are gay?" She said loudly.

"Keep it down!" The kids are sleeping!"

She had her arms crossed and she was glaring at me. I didn't dare look at her.

"Well?"

"I'm Bi damnit! I like both!" I went down on me knees and started to weep. It wasn't until that moment that I realized just how much pain I was in. I guess you can get accustomed to anything. For example, have you ever listened to white noise such as a loud fan? After a while you completely tune it out, but then when the noise ceases to exist, you say to yourself, thank God it's off!

What I felt was similar to that. It was like this huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. However at the same time I knew that my relief was coming at her expense and I felt bad for her. I really do love her. I love her as a friend, a very dear and close friend.

Isn't that what a marriage is supposed to be based upon? It's based on friendship and trust? Everything I've read states that marriage should not be based on sex. However, I'm not totally convinced that this is true. I think love may be some aberration of the gonads? Without passion, I'm not so sure you can have true marital bliss. But then I keep telling myself, as we age and our beauty fades, how can there be passion. When the beauty is gone, do couples stay together just for convenience sake or are they truly physically attracted to one another? I need to quit rambling on here. Paula has told me more than once that I tend to over analyze everything.

Isn't it weird how you can be crying while having a million thoughts pass through your head?

She hit me with a barrage of questions. "Does that mean that you are looking for a relationship with a guy." She asked? "Do I not make you happy, John? You know if I knew this before we were married, I probably would not have married you! You should have told me John! Did you have male partners? Did you ever think about possibly infecting me with the AIDS virus?" With her fists clenched.

"Jesus! Slow down will ya!" I felt like I was going to lose it.

"I love you Paula and I don't want to lose you. I'm ashamed of myself for not telling you from the very beginning. HIV was just starting to show it's ugly face around the time we met. I didn't feel that I was at risk. Of course no one really knew much about the disease. To answer your other question...NO! I'm not looking for a relationship outside of our marriage. Paula, I've always been faithful to you."

"You know John; I had my suspicions before we were married that you might be gay."

I couldn't help but be shocked by her comment.

"Remember the time you took me to that dance club. There were gay couples dancing. I thought it was strange that you took me there." She said.

"Paula, at that time, we were just friends and I didn't really think we'd become a couple."

"And then there's sex. For the past 10 years I've always wanted sex more than you have. All of my girl friends say they hate sex because their husbands want it all of the time. I always have to practicly beg you for it. John, I love having sex with you! Here all of this time I thought it was me!" She said.

"Paula, it's not your fault. It's mine! You have no idea how guilty I feel about all of this!"

"What are saying John? Don't you want to be married to me? You haven't seemed happy for a long time now. I feel like I'm the one that's keeping this marriage going. I love you John, but I don't want to hold you captive!" She started to cry. "This is too much for me right now! First Con and now you! John what are we going to do? I've never dealt with anything like this? I'm scared!"

"Calm down Paula!" As I reached out and hugged her. "I'm not looking for a relationship with anyone else. I'm committed to you, Paula." Pleading to her.

"I don't understand how you could be attracted to a man. I don't understand how anyone can be gay. You know John if I didn't love you so damn much, I'd kick your ass out!" She said with fire in her eyes.

"Please Paula, there is no one else in my life. I am committed to you and to you alone! I love you...I need you to know that I still love you!"

"Oh I understand that you are committed to me, but I'm not sure that you are happy being married to me. I don't know where I stand. I don't know if I can even trust you now!"

Her bottom lip began to quiver and she looked as if she was about to cry. "I can't deal with this! I'm going to bed!" She pulled away from me ran to the bedroom and shut the door.

I went into the guestroom and tried to sleep but it was useless. I felt sick! How will she ever trust me again! The tears started running down my cheeks and I began to cry silently into my pillow. She hates me! I'm never going to regain her trust. I should have told her before we were married!

It was 5:30am and I finally just got up. I wasn't sleeping anyway. As I walked out the door, our bedroom door was open and I didn't see anyone in bed. I ran downstairs. She was no where to be found. I looked out into the garage and noticed that her car was gone.

I sat down and laid my head on the kitchen table in defeat. I heard someone and lifted my head to see who had just entered the room. Was it Paula?

"Dad, whatcha doin?" Con asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Umm, your mom and I had a little disagreement."

He stared at me. "Where is she?"

"She went out for a while. She's just cooling off."

"Is it because of me? Did you tell her...you know about me being...being gay." Looking as if he was about to cry.

"No honey, it has nothing to do with you. She's upset with me and she just needs some time to cool off. We'll be OK. I promise. Now go back to bed. It's still early in the morning." In the best reassuring voice I could muster up.

He stared at me for a moment and then turned around to go back to bed. I put my head back down on the table and shut my eyes.

Con

I woke up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. As I passed mom and dad's bedroom I looked in and could see that neither one were in bed. Dad must have gotten called in to work. Maybe mom is downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen, dad was sitting with his head on the table. He heard me walk in his head popped up as if he was expecting someone else. He looked terrible, like he had been crying.

He told me that they had a disagreement and that it didn't involve me. I wanted to believe him, but I had a gut feeling that he was just trying not to worry me.

"OK I'm going back to bed."

I ran back upstairs. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I returned to my bedroom and hesitated at the side of the bed silently observed Ryan slumbering on his side with the blankets pulled up to his neck. I marveled at his beautiful face. I climbed back into bed and snuggled up to him...enjoying the warmth of his body. I couldn't resist touching him as I placed my hands lightly on his smooth skin. I arched forward so I could get close enough to breathe in Ryan's scent. He moaned a little and rubbed his nose, but I could tell that he was still asleep. I wonder what he's dreaming about? I felt myself getting an erection and I wanted desperately to rub it against his butt. I'd better be careful or he might wake up. I must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing I know...I'm opening my eyes just in time to get a glimpse of Ryan's cute butt as he was pulling up his boxers. I lay there looking at him, my eyes roaming up and down his beautiful body. I couldn't help but be in awe of him. His dark brown hair was in direct contrast to his light complexion and as he turned to look at me...I could swear that he read the desire in my eyes. My eyes locked on to his penetrating icy blue eyes and it felt as if they were looking into my soul. I felt transparent in his presence. Oh, those eyes! Oh shit he's looking at me! He smiled at me and I quickly focused my attention away from him.

"Mornin there, big guy!" Ryan said with a pearly white smile.

"Ahhh, mornin!" I said shaking myself out of my trance-like state. I began to blush.

"I feel great this morning! I have to take a piss!" As he turned I noticed a very large tent in his boxers. Oh God he's perfect in every way. He's a god and I am not. Hehehe!

I rolled onto my back and moaned in frustration. All of a sudden I was rudely awakened by Ryan pouncing on me with all of his body weight. "Gotcha!" He started tickling me. We started wrestling and rolled off of the bed landing heavily on the floor with a loud thud. I quickly had him in a half nelson. I had his left knee up to his chest with my hands locked.

"Had enough?" I said huffing and puffing as I looked down at his flushed face. He was sweating and I could smell his musky boy scent. He had his eyes closed and he was trying with all his might to get out of my hold. He's very competitive just like me and I knew that he wouldn't give up easily. He finally looked up at me and cried, "Uncle!"

"What! I didn't hear you!" As I tightened my grip. I was enjoying being this close to him and I was getting turned on. He kept his eyes closed so I was able to study his beautiful face. My face was only an inch from his and it was all I could do to keep from kissing him.

"I want you to tell me that I am a god and you are not!"

"I will not!" He yelled.

"Fine...I can keep you in this position indefinitely." I wasn't about to release him. Hell I was having too much fun!

We were both breathing hard and he began struggling again. I felt his hand in the pit of my arm as he began to tickle me.

"No fair! You know I can't stand to be tickled there!" As I hastily retreated from his assault and jumped out of his reach. I started to run to the bathroom but before I left the room Ryan yelled defiantly, "I'm god and you are not!"

"I couldn't agree more!" I said under my breath.

Continuing down the hall I heard him yell, "What?"

Oops, chuckling to myself, I guess I said that a little too loud!

John

I could hear the boys rough housing upstairs and so I decided to take a shower. After getting dressed for work I walked into Andrea's bedroom.

"Andrea? Wake up honey! I'm going to work. Mom's not home. There's food in the refrigerator and if you need me...just page me."

"OK dad." As she pulled the covers up over her head.

I knocked on Con's door. "Con!"

"Yeah dad!'

"I'm heading off to work. There's food in the refrigerator. You boys have fun. Don't be rough housin!" I said sternly.

"OK dad!" I could hear them giggling.

"Page me if you need me."

I got in my car and sped off to work.

I walked into my office and found a mountain of paper on my desk. Damn I'm gone for one day and I'm drowning in charts! Well, I might as well make rounds early so I can get back here and get caught up.

I went to the hospital and made rounds. I stopped by Mr. Johnson's room and noticed his handsome son asleep in the recliner. He looked to be in his mid 20's.

"Hi Mr. Johnson. Did you get some rest?"

"Yes, I feel like a million bucks doc!"

His son woke up and stretched.

"How's he doing Doctor?" The son asked with a concerned look.

"He doing great! We'll keep him here another couple of days.

"Did ya hear that dad?"

"I'm not deaf boy!" Sounding very cranky. Turning his head to me he said. "I have a little heart attack and he thinks I'm an invalid!"

I chuckled, and said, "You're going to be just fine. I'm glad to see that you have a son that worries about you."

Facing towards his son I said, "I trust that you'll be around to help your old man when he gets home?"

"Oh...yes! I will be there when he gets home!" He said enthusiastically.

"I don't need anyone's help! Especially yours!" Looking at his son sternly. His son had a hurt look on his face.

"Well you will have some restrictions at first, but you should be able to do what ever you want in a few weeks."

"Thanks Doc!"

I left the room and made rounds on the rest my patients. As I made my way back to the nurse's station, I noticed two young men standing outside of Mr. Johnson's door. One seemed to be comforting the other. As I got closer, I recognized one of the guys. It was Mr. Johnson's son.

I walked up the two young men and asked. "Is everything OK Mr. Johnson?"

"Oh, yes. Everything is fine." He said sniffling. "Please call me Seth."

"OK, Seth...if everything is fine why do you look so upset?"

His friend looked intently at Seth. Then it came to me like turning on a light bulb...they were lovers.

"Seth I think I know what's going on here and I want to reassure you that he will be fine. Now is not the time to mend your differences. I wouldn't push him right now. Give him a few weeks. He has good left ventricular function and he should do just fine. You two should go get some breakfast and let you father relax."

"Doctor, that's what I've been trying to tell Seth, but he feels he's to blame for his father's heart attack. You see he just told him yesterday that he's gay."

"Well Seth, I can assure you that he would have had his heart attack even if you hadn't told him. Mr. Johnson can only blame himself for what has happened. He needs to change his eating habits, get more exercise and most importantly...stop smoking."

"Thanks Doctor." As he wrapped his arm around Seth's shoulder. Seth looked relieved but he still looked very sad.

"Ok Seth I'll see you tomorrow?"

Seth nodded in agreement and said, "Thanks Doctor."

"Come on Seth." His friend smiled at me and proceeded to take him to the cafeteria.

I went to the office and sat down at my desk and started sifting through all of the paper.

"John! You slacker!" I nearly jumped out of my seat.

"Ed! Hi there guy! Thanks for making rounds for me yesterday!"

"No problem John! You look like shit man! Maybe you should have taken another day off?"

"Yeah, well, I got called in last night and didn't get home until 3:30am. Then got into a little tiff with the old lady..."

"So ya didn't get any sleep!" Looking at me with a bit of concern.

"John, I've been thinking that we should get another partner. Our practice is growing so fast we can't keep up! What do you think?"

"I'd have to agree with ya Ed. I'm exhausted!" As I looked at the mountain of charts on my desk.

"Well let's talk to our accountant and see what he has to say and maybe start looking."

"Sounds like a plan!" I said enthusiastically.

I drove home and as I walked into the kitchen to find Paula and her sister having some kind of heart to heart talk. They both looked up at me. Neither one said anything to me.

I could feel my skin flush as I looked at Paula in disbelief. How could she do this to me! I did an about turn and made a hasty retreat for the door. I heard her call my name. "It's not what you think!"

I sped out the driveway and drove straight to Master Hong's TaeKwondo center. Thank god my sparring partner is here. "Hi John!"

"Hi Tom!"

"Hey man, you look tense!"

"I am! I really need a good work out!" Looking at him in anticipation.

"Ok, I'll try not to kick your ass to badly!" Chuckling.

We both enter the dojang and proceeded to bow to each other. We engaged one another. I performed a series of side and round house kicks. He countered with low and side blocks and was able to connected solidly with a front snap kick to my mid-section. He kicked my feet out from underneath me and I landed on my back. Trying to catch my wind I hopped back on my feet only to kicked to the midsection and falling back onto the floor.

"John what the hell are you doing? Your mind is somewhere else. This is too easy!"

I got up in a rage and lunged for him only to find myself back on the floor.

"CHAH RYUT!" Someone yelled.

I quickly got up on my feet and stood at attention as Master Hong entered the dojang.

"GYUNG-NAI" We all bowed in unison.

Master Hong walked up to me and looked me up and down. "You fighting lika girl. You notta use-a your head. Your mind must be one wit da body. You not tink about any ting except for da here and now. You got dat?"

"Yes sir!" I yelled out.

"Continue as you were doing!" Master Hong yelled out.

Tom and I started sparring again. I was doing better and just as I was regaining my confidence, Tom performed a side block and kicked me in the mid-section. The wind was knocked out of me and I rolled around on the floor in pain. Tom stood over me in disbelief. I normally can counter everything he can throw at me but not today.

"John, you are going to have to find another sparring partner. I'm going to hurt ya if we keep this up."

It took me a while to catch my breath and promptly exited the dojang without saying goodbye. Tom just stood there watching me with this puzzled look on his face.

I drove back to my office and started sifting through my charts. I was exhausted and I nodded off to sleep with my head on the desk.

I woke up with a startle when the phone started ringing. "Hello?"

"John?"

"Yes?"

"John I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours!"

"Why? Did your Margaret give you some siterly advice?" I said spitefully.

"John listen to me! Your mother called, she said your fathers in the hospital!"

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